Down on all fours, I claw my way through the desert storms. The wind is slowly picking up, and there is no shelter in sight. Not that it matters, I can only see a few feet ahead of me. The sand feels like a thousand nails stabbing my skin. I try to wet my lips, but to no avail. I had already drank the last of my water just this morning. Finally, I see the sand starting to thin. This is when I notice huge gashes along my uncovered arms. But they are immediately forgotten, as just a few yards ahead of me, i see a man. I, desperate for water, reach for the man, somehow resisting the sandstorm. I reach for his shoulder to get his attention. But his skin... it has a... sandy feel. He slowly turns his head, and in horror, I stare into his eyes. This was no man. This was the cause of the sandstorm. It was a sand devil, out seeking for anyone stupid enough to be caught in his storm. I gasp, and sand fills my lungs, choking me. The last thing I see is he smiling, that is when I knew.. it was all... over.......
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